So Even My Dreams Are Socially Charged??

*I'm up early, writing this because I had a really weird dream and I don't wanna forget it.

It was summer in my neighborhood and this really pretty girl kept popping up in my house. Like I'd be in the kitchen and see her out of the corner of my eye or something then she'd disappear out of the house. It was really wierd because I'm wondering how the hell she got in my house. At the time I thought she was spanish or something.

Then one day I cought her before she left the house. I'm trying to figure out where she came from and she keeps telling me she lives in the neighborhood that she just moved in and can't remember which house is hers. So we have some spanish neighbors that live diagonal from us and I point to that house and ask her if that's where she lives. She says no and points to a house two doors down from mine. Her mom and grandma [I think] come out of the house yelling in some foreign language that was NOT spanish.

Then my friend Denzel comes out of the house too. I'm like 'yoo that's my mans!'. I get kinda happy because I didn't know he lived there and whatnot. I'm like 'dude that's your sister?' because Denzel [I thought] is black. He's like yeah, and I'm like woah because all this time I thought she was spanish so how in the hell did she get a black brother? Then he explains that he's dominican, not black. Coulda fooled me.

Next thing I know my little sister is out there playing with the spanish kids from across the way, and Denzel's other sisters while me and D sit on my front porch watching. I notice that the spanish kids are giving the dominican kids these outfits, and they're made of all wool it looks like. So I'm just watching wondering why my sister didn't get one since they're all friends and all playing together. She doesn't notice it. [The dream gets fuzzy here]

From what I remember now my sis and I were fighting because I noticed that the dominican family was treating her differently than they treated the spanish family. It was really weird because she wanted to defend them but I don't really remember much else except getting into an argument with the Dominican grandmother, and something about a comic in the newspaper.... Dammit.

Anyway the reason I say this is socially charged is because in the African diaspora, slaves were taken all over the America's. The very last thing I learned in African American History is that in the Dominican Republic their government tried to expell all african-ness from the country. So those who had darker skin, even if they were born in the Dominican Republic, were sent out of the country and denied citizenship. Even now they use every word other than black to describe themselves.

I think the spanish family was in the dream because I was watching Def Poetry Jam and there was a guy who spit this poem called 'Jibero, My Beautiful Nigga'. It was about the link between spanish people and black people. It was a binding poem and even though I didn't really know what it was about beacuse a lot of it was in spanish, I understood the concept that even spanish people are descendants from Africans and that we really are all closer than we think. Since I don't have school I think I'm gonna do some research about the diaspora in the Dominican and Latin America.